Just Another Love Song
Beat 9: Nursemaid
Well, it's official.
I'm in complete and total shock.
I've been trying, vainly, for the past hour to figure out what day it is.
Of course, after a phone call like the one I just received, I'm surprised I'm still breathing. Damn Hiro sure knows how to scare the crap out of someone! He calls, completely out of breath and starts ranting about Ayaka and doctor and a lot of things I just could not understand. I practically had to scream at him - well, I did scream at him, which was a mistake since my cold's only gotten worse and now my throat's all scratchy and it really kind of hurts to talk…
Anyway.
After he finally calmed down and took a breath, which really did remind me of how I use to be and I vaguely wondered if speaking in such long sentences was as annoying to everyone else as it was for me, he explained in a half-way calm manner what in the hell he'd been going on about.
Ayaka was pregnant.
Pregnant.
And apparently, though he'd only received this news a few hours ago by his wife, who had called from the doctor's office, which had caused Hiro to rush straight over nearly getting a speeding ticket along the way…I wonder if it was annoying when I rambled like he did too…
Long story short: They wanted me to be the baby's Godfather.
So here I was, two hours after Hiro had called and hung up before he even got a reply - shouting simply that he had tons of people to call, I was still sitting on the couch holding the phone.
Life really was moving forward I realized.
Where the hell was I?
Sitting on my couch and surrounded by half-empty bowls and wadded-up tissues.
Gross.
Even though it'd probably been going off for the last two hours, the incessant buzzing through the phone eventually pulled me from my stupor. Hiro…was going to be a father…
Sly little dog.
I couldn't help the grin that rose to my face at the thought of Hiro changing diapers.
I thought about calling him back and maybe getting a 'congratulations' out before he hung up again in his excitement, but decide against it. I haven't exactly been taking care of myself like I was told too and the effects are starting to wear my body down. It's not like I enjoying being sick or anything, good God no. I just…I don't even know. It's hard to take care of yourself when you feel like crap. I'd rather be pampered right now. At least someone else could cook and then I could have something other than instant noodles to eat.
I'd make something else, but just operating the microwave alone takes way too much energy.
Oh yeah. It's Wednesday. I remember now. We were suppose to have this week off so I could get well, not waste away because I'm actually too sick to get better.
Wow. That's ironic. Maybe I could make a song out of that.
I sigh and realize I haven't showered since Sunday. God I reek. Maybe a long hot shower will wake me up a little bit.
Might as well.
The shower helped, somewhat. I still feel like complete shit. And my stomach's growling. It doesn't seem to understand that I don't have anything really edible in the house to put in it right now and even if I did, I doubt I'd have the energy to stand up long enough to cook it. I sigh and bury my head further into the couch. It doesn't matter that I can't really breathe since I can't really breathe when I don't have my head buried in a cushion. God my head's pounding.
Oh wait, or is that the door? It's hard to tell the difference.
I try perking my ears up, but it doesn't help. I can't tell if my headache's gotten worse of if someone's knocking.
Fuck it all. I'm too tired to move right now.
Mmph. The pounding's stopped. It must have been the door after all.
Pity. I wonder who it was…
"Shuichi."
God, that was convenient. Creepy actually. What the hell is he doing here?
"I was wondering the same thing to be honest."
Did I say that out loud? Hmm. Funny.
I do manage to peel my head off the couch and turn it to face my visitor. I knew who it was, but I can't help my eyes widening in surprise to actually see him squatting down by the couch, staring at me with eyes filled with concern.
"Yuki?"
"I know, I know. You wanted to think about it. I just couldn't…I just…"
I feel a grin creeping up. Yeah, I understand. Yuki was always impatient.
"Sorry." I mumble. "I haven't been feeling well."
I watch his eyes flit around the room, taking in the dried up bowls of food and tissues along with my sure to be glassy eyes and completely limp body.
"Couldn't have guessed." He says lightly. "Have you even been trying to take care of your self?"
I can't help but groan. Damn it you try being this sick and take care of yourself, you bastard…
Whoops. The startled look on his face tells me I just said that out loud too. Being sick is interesting. Apparently, I have no brain. As the silence draws out I can't help but think I said that out loud too.
"Sorry." I croak out.
Yuki shakes his head. "I deserve a lot worse than just a 'bastard'."
I don't say anything to that. Of course, I agree.
"Come on." He says quietly.
I feel myself being picked up off the couch and carried down the hallway towards the bedroom. A few seconds later and I'm lying, a lot more comfortable I might add, in bed. Yuki brushes my bangs off my face before pulling the comforter up around me.
"You rest, I'll clean up and get some real food ready. Then I'll send Tohma over to take care of your sick butt."
I can't help but be confused. So he's going to come over and then leave me here with his brother-in-law? He sighs and I know he's read my thoughts from my expression. We both have a way of doing that to each other.
"We both have…a lot to think about." He says slowly. "If I stay here and take care of you it's only going to confuse you more."
He turns to leave and I, for some reason, grab his wrist. I take the fifth and blame the fever on this.
"Maybe." I say softly. "But it'll also give me an incentive to get well fast."
He turns and looks at me with a puzzled expression. "What's that?"
"To kick your ass out of my apartment for a change."
Yuki stares at me, his mouth open for a few minutes before he relaxes into an 'I deserve that too' grin.
I just got myself a nurse.